What happens when you continually run from your demons?When Mia watched Ethan walk out of her life, she did what she did best—she ran—ran from the only person who ever made her feel safe; home.They work even harder to try and find you.He was her everything and she let him slip away.And when they do … they’ll come at you full force, guns blazing.Hitting rock bottom forced Mia to stop. Now she needed to dig herself out. Figuring out how to do that required help, maybe a plan. She had to face those demons. Not an easy task when she spent her entire life running from them.Would Ethan still be there for Mia after all was said and done? Or would she find that he had moved on? Or would he still be into her?

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Mia literally wiped his mind of any intelligence he ever had with her disrobing. Ethan couldn’t think. Well that wasn’t entirely true. All he kept seeing was his hand sliding up and under her skirt, feeling the heat he knew would be there.When he finally broke through her spell, he threw on his shirt, put on his shoes, and helped her fold up the blanket.Grabbing the bag with one hand and her wrist with the other, Ethan stalked off towards their parking spot. He eventually slid his hand down and entwined his fingers with hers. In response she gave his hand a sympathetic squeeze. She knew exactly how he felt. He could only hope it was because she felt the same, that she wanted him as much as he wanted her. They made it to the car. He unlocked it and threw the bag in the backseat when what he really wanted to do was to throw her back there and fuck the smile right off her face.He needed to calm himself down or he’d take her with no finesse. “I want you, Mia. Here and now.”“And this is a problem how?” she asked innocently.Grrr …“Get in the car,” he ordered.“Seriously?” she asked, her eyes wide with excitement.“No way, Mia,” he answered. God, her obvious want just increased the desire to throw her in the car and fuck her right there.He eyed the front seat, a silent order for her to get in. Mia scrambled and got herself in the car. Closing her door, Ethan then hurriedly got in himself. When he finally pulled in the alley, Ethan let himself breathe. He opened the garage and pulled her car inside. Shifting the car to park, he turned off the engine.“We’re here,” he announced.“We are,” she said calmly as she undid her seatbelt. Then all hell broke loose.Fuck finesse.

About The Author

During the day, Ryleigh is an analyst, but even then, she’s writing, sneakily crafting scenes on post-it notes. She's been told she's a bit of a geek...some say nerd. She'll agree to it all. She loves music. It's been a force in her life for as long as she can remember. Her love of Star Wars and superheroes has probably been going on just as long...see, this is where the geek/nerd thing comes into play. But, most of all, Ryleigh loves the written word. She's been writing for a long time. Her first story came to her during one of her history classes. She wrote it in the margins of her notebook in teeny tiny letters so no one knew that she was writing a book instead of taking notes on 16th Century Europe. She currently lives in Chicago, Illinois, with her husband and son, along with her Siberian Husky, Mick Jagger, and her cat, Winston Churchill.